I was moved from county jail in October of 2016, following my conviction for armed robbery.

I'm not here to kind of sympathy, but I want to be clear on a couple of things.

This was an unfair sentence.

Not in the usual, innocent man put in jail type of shock, but in the way that they were

clearly pushing me towards being put in a particular jail.

I had my blood tested, and my hair was sent to a lab.

They took pictures of my fingernails.

I'd never seen anything like it.

But I was basically cathotonic.

I was in a bad place.

Wanted it all to just be over.

At the time, I didn't think much about the processing.

I didn't think about the records that were passed between the guards and doctors.

And I didn't care much about the blue rubber stamps that were put at the base of every

sign legal document.

I didn't know what was normal and what wasn't.

I just wanted to get into the haze and no brain the next six or so years away.

I was put in a cell with Leon Sun, a Chinese-American man.

To this day, I don't have the slightest idea what he was in for.

The guy looked like your average college kid, but there was just something off about

him.

He just had this look of complete dissociation, like he was miles away.

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